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“I wouldn’t have called you if it wasn’t serious, Ev. We could really use your help.”

I have to be the last resort if they’re asking me. Do I want to even do this? I love Zeke, but I don’t know if I want to be associated with a club. Or, I try it out, and if things are becoming too much, I back out. He would understand, right? Letting out a long sigh as my shoulders slump in defeat, I say, “Alright, tell me what you need, and I’ll weigh out my options and see if I can even help.”

The asshole nods his head. “A shipment of ours got jacked earlier. We can come up with the cash to cover what was stolen from us, but it’s not going to fly with the other…party once they find out it was stolen. We’ve been trying to keep the peace with everyone, and I’d like it to stay that way.”

“So, how exactly do I fall into this?” I inquire. Why would they think I could help at all with something that was stolen?

“I want you to sell us some weed so it looks like nothing happened to what we were transporting. It will buy us some time to figure out what the fuck is going on.”

Well, that definitely wasn’t what I was expecting to have been stolen. “Exactly how much are we talking?”

“Five hundred pounds.”

And that is when I burst out laughing. Full-on belly roll laughing. This dude can’t be serious. That’s like a million dollars worth of weed. “That’s a good one, dude. Sorry, but I can’t help you,” I get out as soon as I can breathe.

“I’m not fucking joking,” the asshole bites out as he crosses his arms on his desk and leans forward.

“Look, Prez, she doesn’t mean it as an insult. Evan isn’t from our world, man,” Zeke chimes in.

Oh, so he is serious.

“Can you help us out or not? Scotch made it sound like you two are basically family, and where I come from, family helps each other. Not laugh in their fucking face when they come asking.”

That had me sitting up straight and glaring. He can’t be serious. He has no clue where I came from and what I would do for Zeke. The goddamn nerve on this fucking dude. Zeke rests one hand on my thigh, clearly sensing my need to rip this asshole a new asshole. The asshole’s eyes dart to Zeke’s hand on my thigh and narrow into tiny slits. Honestly, what is happening? He clearly hates me as much as I hate him, but he almost seems more pissed off that Zeke is touching me.

“First of all, I don’t like what you’re implying. I would do anything to help Zeke. I’m just not so sure if getting involved with all of this mess is something I need. The last thing I want is a crazy fucking psycho getting wind that I’m helping you guys out, and then I have him making demands at my door.” Holding the asshole’s eyes, I continue, “Second, I definitely know for a fact I don’t have that much ready to rock n’ roll right now.”

I make sure I keep eye contact with him across his desk. Isn’t that what they tell you to do with a rabid dog? If you break eye contact first, it shows you’re weak. His muscular tattooed hand comes up to stroke his neatly trimmed salt and pepper beard, thinking over what I just said.

“I can probably buy us some time. How long are you thinking until you have what we need?”

Oh fuck. I wasn’t expecting him to counter. “Um…. I don’t really know off the top of my head. I need to go home and look everything over before I can give you a definite answer.”

Seeming somewhat satisfied with that, he stands up and holds out his hand that’s covered in a skull tattoo for me to shake. “You do that, and we’ll be in touch very shortly.”

As soon as my hand touches his, I feel this little spark. And trust me, I know it sounds fucking stupid. I can’t help but think what those large, calloused hands would feel like rubbing over my whole body. My eyes lock with his, watching as they flare with the same heat that I know is in mine.

“Sure,” I say before ripping my hand away and bee-lining it for the door with Zeke calling after me.

What in the fuck just happened?

Chapter Six

CAIN

I seriously need to get laid. It’s been so long that I swore I felt something when I touched her hand. It’s got to be the lack of pussy that's making me lose it.

“You think she’s actually going to help us out?” I ask Scotch. The way she just ran out of here has me doubting everything we just agreed on. She’s got a set of balls on her. I’ll give her that. A lot of patched brothers don’t even have the balls to talk back to me the way she just did.

Scotch sighs, “Yeah. She’s not one to leave me hangin’. I just don’t want any of this blowing back on her.”

“It won’t. You have my word on that,” I assure him. Nothing is going to happen to that sexy little hellcat. She might think she’s hiding behind that quiet personality, but I liked what I saw when I pushed just right. I shouldn’t be looking forward to pushing more, but I am. She’s the first woman that’s held my attention for more than five minutes in over a year. Call me fucking intrigued.

“Text me her address.” I’m not asking.

Scotch’s gaze shoots to me, eyes narrowing slightly. “No offense, Prez, but I would like to be the one that checks up on her with all of this shit going on.”

“Not going to happen. Too much on the line, Scotch. You know that. Don’t worry your pretty little head. I don’t bite.” I smirk. Unless it’s in the bedroom. “Let’s keep this between us until we know it’s a done deal. Our brothers run their mouths more than a bunch of fucking 13-year-old girls.”

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